No More Waiting, She Chooses Love novel Chapter 869

After finishing their rounds, Fanny and Yates sat down together, inviting the family of the pregnant woman to discuss the risks and potential complications of the surgery. They laid everything on the table and left the final decision to the family.

Without hesitation, the family signed the consent form and said, "We trust you, Dr. Willis and Yates. Just do your best, and we'll leave the rest to fate."

Their trust and composure reminded Fanny of a previous case where a mother and child had both tragically passed. The circumstances were similar, but the family's understanding and reaction were worlds apart.

What no one realized was that this level of trust only heightened the pressure and responsibility on the medical team, making them even more anxious about letting the family down.

"Yates, I know medicine isn't foolproof, but for this surgery, I'm hoping you can pull it off," Fanny said, her voice a mix of formality and genuine plea.

"I'll give it my all, and ensure nothing goes wrong. I'll need your cooperation during the surgery," Yates responded with his own set of expectations.

"That's not a problem. I'll fully support you with anything you need in the preparatory phase as well," Fanny assured, showing the dedication of a true professional.

From that moment on, in addition to her regular duties, Fanny would be working overtime to help Yates with the surgery plan.

By the time Sinclair got home, it was already 11 p.m. The lights in the living room were still on, and as he walked in, he saw Fanny asleep on the couch.

He knew her job was far from easy, with endless surgeries and departmental responsibilities.

If she didn't love her work so much, he would have already spoken to the hospital director about assigning her a less demanding position.

Not wanting to disturb her, Sinclair simply sat on the opposite couch and watched her.

Her dark hair framed her delicate, striking features, which held a natural purity. As she slept, she looked so soft and vulnerable, stirring an instinctive desire to protect her.

Though Fanny was asleep, it was a light sleep; she was waiting for Sinclair. Sensing his gaze, she opened her eyes and met his, which were as deep as ever, though there was something in them she couldn't quite decipher.